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Re-drawing a screenshot from The Bad Batch everday until season 3 comes out: day 59
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i dont want to leave
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When Jude finds himself slipping from your life. He chooses to leave it completely, for your sake.
Jude x reader
Word count - 700+
Watch it - angst angst and angst
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Judes first appearance to your modest little apartment in months turns into him begging and pleading for you to find someone better.
Someone who doesn't make you wait all day for a reply, someone who isnt in 3 time zones in one day, someone who has time.
Jude has many things, many luxuries and commodities that fill his home and surround his daily life. Fame and fortune that follow him, recognition. Riches.
Time is not one of them. between games just about every other day, events and press appearances, media days and content recording. He is exhausting every second of his day.
He knows he's not making enough time for you. And now he's begging for you to move on
Sitting cross legged on your couch, in red and black plaid pj pants and a hoodie he grabbed from his hamper. He made his way to you as soon as he could. Even if it meant after doing a virtual interview from his room, he grabbed his wallet and keys, sprinting out the door.
“Please…” he tries again. His eyes droop and he can not pick them up to face you. Can not meet your gaze. His eye bags look horrid and his skin is taking on a sickly sheen you saw last when he came down with the flu.
You shake your head, “Jude. listen to what you're saying. You want me to leave because you're busy?”
“I'm saying I'm not good to or for you. I'm never around. I barely reply. I forget things. I never know what you're up to or what's going on. Im shit. And you don't deserve that.” he tries again, keeping his head down and picking at his nails.
“But I love you. Busy or not.” you sigh.
“And I love you. So much that you have to let me go.”
“I don't want to leave you,” you cross your arms.
He rubs his eyes. Its been back and forth like this for what feels like an hour now. This will get nowhere if he simply lets this continue.
He slides a leg from under him, swinging it against your couch, “then I will.”
Your face morphs into one of pain, but he knows you can't keep living like this. He can't keep making false promises and hurting you. No matter how many times you say it's okay. He was late to your birthday for fucks sake. He doesn't know your friends names, do you even still watch that show? He's losing who you are and it's no one's fault but his own.
He scoots to you, gently taking your hands in his, “I know you'll find someone who treats you the way you need. And I'm sorry I couldn't.”
Tears begin to swell in your eyes, lip trembling as you shake your head, “you can't,” you cry out weakly. But it's too late.
“I'm sorry,” he whispers, getting up from his seat and gently closing the door behind him, with a little too much force than intended.
The little framed picture of the two of you that hangs on the wall next to the door shakes and wobbles. It only makes you cry harder.
You remember that day. He took you to the fair, buying you all the stupid food you could ever want. (the deep fried ice cream gave you a run for your money in the bathroom). He won every prize at those silly games. Even if it took him 50 tries and a whole lotta cash to do so.
There was a little man walking around with a polaroid camera. A sign reading “$2 for a picture” painted in bright green lettering hanging from an old withered string around his neck.
You took 4.
Your favorite, the one on the wall, stares back at you mockingly. Hands held together while your heads are thrown back, soft yellow and pink light from the ferris wheel behind you painting your faces. You'll need to take that down you suppose.
You want to scream, but instead only tears fall. Can he see he's the one that's meant for you? Busy or not, forgetful, tired, moody, cranky. You love him through it all. Can he see that?
You try to call him, blinking away the tears as you fish your phone from your pocket. Pressing on the screen harshly and putting it on speaker, but they all go to voicemail. You suppose that's that.
His first visit in months. And he's never coming back.
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WE CANT BE FRIENDS | 11. BABYGIRL ITS JUST ME AND YOU
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warnings ; mentions of “kys” and shooting themself
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EPISODE 3
“theyre right there by the orange tree…” woonhak heard behind him. he turned around abruptly about to scream until a hand covered his mouth “shhh they’ll hear you” taesan whispered as riwoo, leehan, and sungho crouched behind him. “why the HELL. are you all here” woonhak whispered screamed “you really think we wouldnt watch jaehyun and yn interact alone?” leehan said rolling his eyes, woonhak scoffed and turned back to his camera and zoomed it into you and jaehyun “just be quiet.”. woonhak already had you and jaehyun prepared on how to mic up yourselves before the shoot so he could hear everything you two had to say.
“uhm” you started off catching jaehyuns attention, he turns to you interested on what you had to say “i never knew you could dance like that…” you said referencing the video while holding in your laugh. he laughed while rolling his eyes playfully “you know i could hit a couple moves if i wanted to” he said boldly before doing some random dance making you cringe but something about it was endearing . you pause for second staring at him and he looks away “sorry.” he awkwardly mutters
“EUGHHH WHAT WAS THAT” riwoo exclaimed quietly disgusted at jaehyunss attempt to dance “he looks like leehans fish out of water” sungho added making riwoo laugh a bit. woonhak pushed the twos shoulder making them roll back as taesan and leehan try to sneakily chase after them to help them get back up. you and jaehyun kept walking in silence as you thought about you thoughts from yesterday. you realized you always subconsciously thought about him even when you two werent speaking. when you saw his favorite cafe, a cute dog on the street, even seeing the letter j around. but it never made you act the way you did yesterday. then it clicked.
the date.
he moved on right?
“hey” jaehyun nudged you slightly “whats on your mind?” he asked. “uh, your date” you rushed out.
everyone from behind the bush paused. taesan and leehan stopped chasing after sungho and riwoo. sungho and riwoo sat up. woonhak froze.
“how was it?” you asked trying your best not to show that bothered you. you saw jaehyuns discomfort and shook your head “im sorry, i shouldnt ask that. that crossed a boundary.”
“i didnt go.” he said
you turned to look at him and tilted your head. “i didnt go, i just couldnt. she just didnt suit me” he explained looking away from you. “oh im sorry” you sighed (of relief) while looking at the ground. “no don’t worry it isnt your fault-“ jaehyun paused. no. it absolutely was your fault. (his too.) but he was so madly in love with you that he couldnt bring himself to go on a date with anyone but you
“i know the whole point of this documentary is to show that exes can be friends…but do you really think we can be friends?” he asked looking over to you looking over at him. you thought about it, its clear to you that you still think about him. you just cant put your finger on a feeling. you opened your mouth about to speak until you heard screaming from the bushes. you both turn around see riwoo and sungho rolling out from the bush screaming while holding onto each other while taesan and leehan run after them. you both turn over and see woonhak standing up filming riwoo and sungho rolling away laughing before turning over to you and jaehyun and shrugging.
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Hi m! I had a short blurb idea for you. Could we see Jonathan's pov after his fight with Nancy, and what drove him to go to bugs house? Also his POV throughout their car ride together? Thank you! ❤️
finally had time to get to this one and YES i can <333
enjoy !
"well then i guess we just dont understand each other anymore."
the pain in nancys voice hasnt left jonathans mind since he dropped her off at home hours ago.
he lays in his bed, sheets cold as the night creeps upon him. do they really not understand each other anymore? jonathan knows he understands nancys frustration, how painful it is to be overlooked, but how can he explain to her that hes unable to understand the feeling of security?
hes never had that before in his life. ever since he was a boy, his life has been defined by instability and insecurity.
it was meeting you that brought some sense of security into jonathans life. youre the only thing jonathan considers a constant in his life; he trusts that youll always be a part of him.
he isnt like nancy. he doesnt have a mom who attends to his needs. a house in a cul de sac with freshly painted shutters. jonathan doesnt have the privilege of being a kid, not when hes been helping to pay for his familys rent ever since he was fourteen and legally able to work. he isnt able to lose a job that can pay for his college like nancy can.
security is a foreign concept to jonathan that he cant understand, yet he understands that the burn within him is his love for nancy. and he understands that he cant lose her.
sighing, jonathan gets out of bed and towards the phone in the kitchen. he has to hear your voice, soothe his nerves, maybe even cry. right now, jonathan needs his best friend.
youll know what to do. you always do.
when he calls you and you sound just as exhausted as he feels, he knows that tonight will be one of your driving nights. a few years ago, when your only worries were exams and parental issues, you and jonathan would drive around hawkins late at night and pretend you were the only two people to exist.
as you got older, the need to drive became few and far between, but tonight jonathans chest is heavy and your voice sounds frail.
hes at your house in ten minutes, and within fifteen he has you in his passenger seat with an old mix tape playing as julys cool night seeps through the car. and, within thrity minutes, youve unwoven all of the intricate strings of fear and uncertainty within jonathan.
he loves you for how easily you put him at ease.
you simultaneously support jonathans side while also vehemently defend nancys. you console him, yet you also gently pry his head out of his ass.
"it frustrates me how you always manage to say the right thing." i love how you love me.
"youve known me for years now, its your fault for not getting used to it." ive grown up learning how to love you.
its easy. its as easy as breathing when it comes to you, and jonathan inhales as much of you as he can. for as long as he can, for as much as hes able to.
and then you break jonathans heart with six words.
"im terrified he'll be another 'almost'."
its as easy as breathing, and jonathan wishes that he could exhale for you. he hasnt forgotten the lines that were once almost his to cross. how he had you, all of you, and now youre steves and hes nancys.
in the end it was all for the best, but jonathan hates the scars he left behind. he hadnt meant to, they will always mar your body, and he will never forgive himself for it.
"im sorry, bug." he shouldve apologized earlier. he knows this.
he wishes that there was more he could do, more he could say. but hes never been good with words and hes scared he'll overstep somehow. say the wrong thing, hurt you even more. so instead jonathan holds your hands, kisses away your tears, and silently prays that steve doesnt make the same mistake that he did.
youre steves now, anyone can see that. you love him so deeply and freely that jonathan cant help but admire how beautiful it is. he can see it in steve, too. how much he loves you.
that boy adores you.
jonathan understands the feeling. he always will.
#ask#anon#m speaks#come home blurb#set in season 3 !#m's writing#ooooh boy#this was a good character study for jon tho#thanks anon !
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keeping tabs ( smau )
꒰ singer!reader x lando norris ꒱
𖧧 summary : this takes place during the aftermath of the reader and lando’s failed relationship, lando have this regret and frustration feeling inside him as he struggles to let go of his past relationship
𖧧 faceclaim : nicole zefanya (niki)
𖧧 author note : hi hellu, sorry for the late late post for the 2nd part! i got very very sick to the point where i cant write anything :( anyways, i got a bit better now which is a good news and this is the 2nd part of the previous au! and yes this is inspired by niki’s keeping tabs hehe😚 please enjoy <333
part 1 | tags: @ironmaiden1313 @whoreks @minkyungseokie @iamahallucinationnn
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landonorris close, but its on me. i messed it up today. sorry
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deuxmoi yn and mysterious man (possibly someone famous?) spotted for the first time ever hanging out around new-york city yesterday
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lando knew he couldn’t let go of his past relationship so he ended up spending most of his time alone in his own apartment, sometimes he feels as if he’s isolating himself, stalking over yn’s social media until he feels the knots in his stomach. often times he would watch her instagram story of her having fun with her friends, either partying or hanging out and he would watch it with sorrow in his eyes. he always blame himself for being the one who left her without saying goodbye, he ball a fist and die inside every-time she’s happy with someone else other than him. he always keeping tabs for some stupid reason. he wanted to text her saying that he missed her but he knows she wouldn’t say anything back. meanwhile, yn always wished him well and wished him far away, at all time she’s glad their paths never cross again.
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So i have a miranda hilmarson x reader fic request. Basically some hurt/comfort where reader isnt used to being listened to/always hides their feelings and cries a lot at night, and miranda finds out and comforts them
Knight in Shining Armour
Hey anon, thank you for the request and sorry for the wait! In this one reader is a person going through some relationship problems, and it gets pretty bad to the point police are involved. Miranda is asked to be a lookout for a few nights at reader's place to make sure their ex won't attempt anything. So WARNINGS for domestic violence, some stockholm syndrome and mentions of people disregarding reader's abuse aside from all the angst that is already implied by that.
Word count: 1.5k
You thought it would get better. Your mom said it wasn't that bad, and if you made an effort, he'd start treating you well again. Kiss you more gently, soothe your bruises and even one day stop making them.
It did not. No matter how hard you tried, he would still come home angry, and anything in front of him was a reason to turn furious. Candlelit dinners were too fussy, watching football together was annoying because you knew nothing about it, going for walks was stupid, playing games, was frustrating, and talking was simply unbearable.
"I can't hear your whiny voice right now. If you utter a single word, I swear to god I'll crash your head in this table."
And then it was over. You woke up in a hospital bed, in one of those rooms with six other patients separated by baby-blue curtains, and a short woman in smart pants and jacket was looking at you.
"Hello, Miss y/l/n, I'm detective Griffin," she said matter of factly, looking at you in expectance.
"Detective? Why are you here?"
"You were beaten and almost killed by a man currently missing. One of your neighbours heard a commotion at your house last night and called the police, we found you unconscious in the kitchen and no signs of who assaulted you."
You thought detectives only dealt with murder cases, at least police ones; although you only knew what you saw on tv shows.
"Were you robbed?"
"No," you eyed her, wondering where he was. Would he come back home? Could you work this out and be ok again?
"Did you know the person who put you here?" her face was guarded but you could tell she knew what this was about. She was trying to help you. She'll eventually figure out I don't need help. I need him.
Later you were able to leave the hospital. You had a concussion but the doctor said you should be fine if you were careful and rested more when you got home. You didn't go home straight away, though, you were brought in for questioning at the station. Couldn't they interview you at your house? Where you'd be comfortable? You just wanted to bolt from there and look for him so maybe you could put this all behind you.
They asked a lot of things, some questions were the same, only phrased differently and they figured the one that did this to you was your partner. It was your fault, really. He'd asked for you to buy beer before going to work and you forgot. When he came back there was no beer so he left cross and returned drunk.
They sent you home with a tall blond woman. She tried to make conversation but you were too fed up and exhausted to entertain her. She seemed sweet, and you couldn't help but think she didn't fit as a police officer. Sure, she was tall and strong and intimidating, but as soon as you passed first impressions, she was the embodiment of a golden retriever.
You arrived, and she explained again that she'd be staying for two days surveying the street for any signs he might come back to harm you. You didn't want it, you wanted him back, but they didn't care about that.
The first night was torment. You called your mother to tell her what happened and she didn't show much concern. She said, "You made your bed, now lay in it" dismissing your worry he might not come back.
In the beginning, when you were scared and wanted to end things with him, your mother said it was your fault if he was not satisfied, you had to be a better girl for him. Now you were seven years in, and you were convinced that was the only type of love you would ever get, the hard-fought-for one, the kind you had to earn, not just receive.
You were desperate, crying till your eyes ran dry and your throat felt sore. Your bedsheets were a mess of twisted corners you held onto through the night, white knuckles only stained by a few red marks from when he held you down on the terrace floor when you had the idea of a picnic on the apartment's roof.
She was still outside the other day. Inside the car on the other side of the street. You slept for two hours and looked like less, your hair a mess and yesterday's clothes. Did she eat? She didn't leave the car for almost fourteen hours now, no way she had proper food there.
You didn't eat yourself but microwaved some of the leftover lasagna in the fridge and walked to the car.
"Everything ok?" she downed the window and looked at you from head to toe and back up, "You need anything? I can't enter and help you but I can call someone."
"I just brought you food," you shoved the container in her face and turned to leave.
"I meant it..." she called, "I won't go inside because I'm not supposed to let him get even near you, I have to keep looking. But I know a friend that could help maybe help you, he does energy work."
It was sweet how much she seemed to care, but you didn't need help. You just turned again and went inside.
This was the last night she would be looking. You were still desolate, but something made you act, maybe desperation to know or to have something to occupy your mind.
You searched through the drawers and your shared closet, some clothes were missing, his favourites. The money hidden underneath the sink in the biscuit jar was gone. You checked your bank account on your phone and sure enough, it was empty. He was not coming back.
You wailed. You lowered yourself to the kitchen floor, near the blood stain on the table, and hugged yourself while you screamed more than cried. It was all over. You would never have love again, not any. With your eyes closed, and ears ringing from the force of the muscles twisted in your forehead and neck, you didn't hear the door being kicked open, or the hurried steps towards the kitchen. You only felt arms around you and a hand on your face, trying to make you look up.
"Shhh... it's all right. Shit you scared me," it was Miranda, her nametag was only a few centimetres away from your face, "Thank God you're alright."
You clung to her, fingers twisting the blue fabric on her shoulders desperately.
"I'm not alright," you whispered, almost unable to speak "He's not coming back"
She tensed for a few seconds, not breathing, before sitting by your side and pulling you to her. You sat between her legs and she hugged you to her chest.
"How do you know?" she asked softly after your crying subsided to sobs and whimpers.
You unlocked your phone and showed the bank account. She tightened her arms around you with a deep sigh. It almost seemed as if she was relieved, her shoulders dropping. Her chin resting on your hair.
"We will find him, and arrest him, and you'll get your money back."
"As if I care about money... I want him back," you scoffed, impressed at how bitter you managed to sound.
"What the hell are you talking about?" she seemed almost livid, did she care? "Look at what he did to you! Why would you want to be with someone like him?"
"Because he loves me," you said automatically. It was obvious he did, he just showed it in harsher ways.
"I'm sorry, but that is absurd."
She seemed quite confident. You didn't respond to it, deep down you knew love was supposed to be kinder, but lying was better than nothing at all, wasn't it?
"I mean, if he loved you he would never hurt you like this. He would take care of you, comfort you, caress you and not punch you or bang your head on a table."
It hurt so much. She was telling the truth, but somehow the thought of it hurt so much more than any spanking. You started crying again, hiding your face in her uncomfortable vest.
"Oh, shit, I'm so sorry," she whispered "Here, let me take care of you," she hugged you tighter, enveloping you completely in her arms, and played with your hair until you were almost dozing off.
After, she encouraged you to take a shower and heated the rest of the lasagna for you to eat. She watched you the entire time, talking about silly or unimportant things to distract you. You saw right through her.
When it was dark outside, you watched some television together, and she told you about this guy, the brother of her colleague, who she thought could help you heal. She offered to keep in contact and you agreed to it. When you started to softly snore on her shoulder, she woke you up and led you to bed, telling you she would be just outside on the couch, and you finally had a peaceful sleep. No one kicking you or rolling around in the bed. Just you, and your knight in shining armour outside.
#miranda hilmarson#miranda hilmarson x reader#top of the lake#gender neutral reader#angst#hurt/comfort#answered request#kinda heavy angst#stockholm syndrome#sorry if this was too heavy or deviated too much from what you envisioned#loved the ask <3
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hey! i just found ur blog and i was wondering if i could ask u some questions?
tw abuse? maybe?
recently my friends have been trying to tell me that my family(mostly my older brother) had been abusive to me based on some of the stories ive told them about how my bro used to hit me and stuff. in my head what happened was completely normal and i even joked about it. i was always told that it wasnt a big deal and that older brothers are just like that or that it was my fault for "poking the bear" and that he did it because he didnt know how to show that he loved me. i never really thought about it as weird until my friends started saying it wasn't normal? i been thinking about it and i know that siblings can be mean to each other but i feel like it crossed a line when i stopped fighting back hoping he would get bored if i never gave him a reaction. ive felt so upset with my family for a long time and god i want to leave and live by myself but thats not an option for another year or so. i know that parents screaming at their kids every day isnt normal and older brothers constantly hurting their little siblings isnt normal but i just cant stop thinking that im being overdramatic and unfair to them. i feel like im being manipulative whenever i try to tell people about it because its fine and it really was my fault. even saying that sounds really manipulative though! i dont want to give people the wrong idea and i dont know how to say this right
my family has done so much for me theyre lovely people and i know i love them so why do i keep flinching when theyre in the room and why do i feel so paranoid that someones mad at me? i just want to get away from everything
i feel so guilty i should be more grateful to them
i cant get my head around this and i honestly dont know what to think at this point so any advice you have would be greatly appreciated
sorry for the long ask and i hope ur doing well
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for many victims we don’t even register it’s not normal because to us the abuse is normal because it’s all we know. it’s pretty common for victims to not realize they were abused until years later or until we tell someone who think it was normal
ur family can still do nice things for you but they can also still be abusive. u most likely flinch because that’s your body remembering the abuse. our body, our muscles and our nervous system can remember but our mind does not.
don’t feel guilty for feeling this way it’s normal to feel confused by abuse because it’s not always black and white either!! depending on ur age i would see if you could stay with someone else or live with friends (but i also know this isn’t always possible.)
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Axel and Anna for the character ask thingy!!!!
MY MAN AXEL 🔥
Why I like them/why I don’t: TRULY ONE OF THE REALEST ONES axel really carries like a solid half of season 3 on his shoulders and then comes back swinging with the Angst Agonies in season 4 like HE DOES IT ALL. HE'S JUST A RELIABLE DETERMINED GUY WHO WANTS TO FIGHT FOR GOOD. AND his duel disk is a fucking GUN.
What I like about their appearance: i love his eyelashes, theyre a more subtle detail but theyre very charming. Also it's just always a small miracle to see a black anime character whose design isnt Um. Questionable. All Things Considered (looks at girag 8| )
Do I prefer their dub names or original names? i like axel brodie and austin o'brien probably about the same! it's just nice to see him mentioned regardless of name choice.
OTP: again, he and jim are married in my brain for all intents and purposes. they did Not go through all that in The Duel Monster War Zone to not have a little gay thing going on.
NOTP: hm. i dont think ive even SEEN enough axel ships to have one i dont really like??!?
OT3: mentioned when I talked about jim but axel/jim/jesse is pretty fun. hell throw jaden in there too
Favourite card they use: Blaze Accelerator and Tri-Blaze Accelerator are fucking crazy. FIRE GUN(S)!!!!!!!! #BURNDAMAGEMOMENT
Favourite moment they were in: god his duel with the supreme king still goes so fucking hard. i do also like the Psychological Horrors he got put through by mr. T in season 4 STOP STOP HE DOESNT DESERVE THIS
Least favourite moment: all of the early season 3 stuff with him and professor viper but thats less axel's fault and more. god Damn i find professor viper extremely boring lmao
Something I associate with them: combat heavy war TTRPGS... in college AU he likes to DM them <3
AND MISS ANNA KABOOM!!! 🚂🚂🚂💥
Why I like them/why I don’t: anna rules so fucking hard...like most zexal girls i wish the show did more with her but just like. the sheer concept of a yugioh girl whose deck isnt full of cards that are solely Pretty Lady but instead GIANT TRAINS and RAILGUNS is so obscenely kickass im so glad she exists. i love that shes tough and pushy and overconfident!!! LET YUGIOH GIRLS BE A LITTLE MEAN!!!
What I like about their appearance: she is so CUTE!!! i love her sporty hair and white + pink + red color palette and her FUCKING CANNON SHE RIDES ON. it's such a delightful yugioh girl design
Do I prefer their dub names or original names?: SORRY ZEXAL SUB BUT NOTHING IS GOING TO GO HARDER THAN "ANNA KABOOM" I MUST SAY.
OTP: your honor anna/rio is MY yuri ship with two girls who didn't interact you must understand i like them So Much. butchfemme couple... fire and ice....snowpiercershipping..... i need to draw them again
NOTP: anna/yuma is like. it's not even bad anna is just such a baby butch to me this ship doesnt even cross my radar. she likes women.
OT3: ok now rio/anna/tori might be cooking.
Favourite card they use: GUSTAV MAX MY BELOVED. MOST INSANE ACE MONSTER ESPECIALLY TO GIVE TO A YUGIOH GIRL!!! TANK-TRAIN-RAILGUN BLAST!!!
Favourite moment they were in: i do love her tag duel with yuma where she duels her grownass adult woman friend and her husband and said woman's ace monster is the fucking Titanic and her husband's is the Hindenburg. i think about that duel like once a month.
Least favourite moment: like it's cool she got to team up with the sparrow and duel mizar but it still does kind of suck ass that she died and went to hell like half the rest of the cast >:( SHE COULD HAVE STOPPED IT
Something I associate with them: LEMON_DEMON_MY_TRAINS.MP3
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Maybe Papa Taker can help out Leon, give him advise when he himself was possessed by Ministry.
Leon's Nightmare Part 5- Heaven and Back
Normal warnings, violence, dead people. New warnings, drug taking.
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Shawn holds Leon close to his chest, keeping himself between a sleeping John on the bed and the demon stood in the doorway.
"Now cmon Shawnie...let me in" the voice drawls. Its his boyfriends voice but at the same time it's not. Shawn takes in his new look, his new attitude. It scares him. "I just wanna talk...me and you" a shiver goes down shawns spine as he realises the demon isnt talking to him, he's infact staring at the newborn in his hands. "Stay away! You are not welcomed here!" Shawn growls holding Leon tighter. Ministry smiles widely at him. "Thats what you think"
Shawns eyes widen as the demon steps through the door.
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Drew walks into the hotel room to hear the shower going. Which immediately fills him with concern. He glances in the open bathroom to see the wheelchair empty. "Leon? Leon!" Drew snaps walking in. "Im fine" Leon mutters. Drew pulls the curtain to see Leon hunched over, his bruised legs shaking, struggling to hold him up. His arms pressed against the wall along with his forehead. Drews mind goes blank as his eyes widen at the mark taking up Leon's back.
Leon hasn't taken his shirt off since returning. Drew hasn't seen his back atleast since he came back. Now he knows why. The massive mark of the undertaker is burnt into his toned back, along with some scratch marks. "Leon..." Drew whispers reaching for him. His heart aches as Leon flinches. "Sorry" Leon whispers as he allows drew to turn the shower off and help him out.
Drew examines his face. "You lied.." Drew whispers. Leon finally looks at him. "You said you were fine...your not. Your terrified leon" drew continues. "I don't want to die" Leon blurts out. Drew watches as the blue and green eyes fill with tears. "Im so god damn scared...I do not want to die, not again. I can't take it. I can't" Leon admits. Drew cups his face gently. "We need to talk to your dad." Drew tells him. "No I can do-" "Leon you clearly can't. He's still here, isn't he?" Drew asks. Leon just nods, grabbing drews shoulders for support as his legs tremble and shake. "Tomorrow. First thing" drew states. Leon once again just nods. "Okay. Now let's get you to bed." Drew sighs running his fingers through Leon's new long locks.
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Taker examines the two men. A family meeting was called. And now his peaceful planned day has been flushed away.
He crosses his arms. "Speak or leave" he demands, getting a hit on the arm from Shawn. "Leon's not better" drew states. "I figured that. The kids in a wheelchair after a bike accident, that wasn't his own fault. He should be healed by now." Taker snarls. "Dad! Please." Leon snaps. Taker watches as drew helps Leon stand. "Its serious." Leon states pulling his shirt off. "Oh fuck" cassie gasps. "What the hell man!" John winces.
Taker moves around the boy and freezes. "Jesus" Shawn whispers as drew helps Leon sit. "You needed to come to me sooner. You said you handled it" Taker growls standing infront of him. "Dad please.." Leon sighs holding his head. "No! Not dad please! Do you know how reckless and stupid this is?!" Taker barks. "Im here now! Help me! Help me please!" Leon snaps. "I know what we have to do." Taker begins. Shawn glances at him. "But you ain't gonna like it" Taker adds. "No" Leon speaks straight away. "I don't wanna die dad. Please" Leon whispers lowering his head. "Not you, ministry. He just happens to need to die in your body" Taker corrects. "And how do we do that?" Drew asks causing Leon to look at him. "We have to put skelly to sleep. He's the only thing keeping ministry from taking Leon over" Taker admits.
Drew refuses to look at Leon as he thinks. "How do we do that?" Drew asks. "Drew?" Leon asks. Taker looks to the corner were Kane is stood. John glances at the man. "Have you been there the entire time?" He asks. Kane just smirks and taps a needle against his nose. "What is that?" Shawn asks as kane walks closer. Kane glances at his nephew as he holds the needle out to taker. "With this" Taker answers frews question as he accepts it. Drew looks at the needle. "What is it?" Drew asks. "Now I'm not answering that, because as kane will tell you, its very addictive." Taker admits as kane holds Leon's arm down.
"What?! No!" Leon barks hitting at kanes hands. Drew swallows nervously. "Say the word drew, and we do it. You don't want to? We will shut this down" Taker tells him. "Why me?" Drew asks. "Why not Leon?" He adds. "Because your the one who'll have to kill him. Because either way Leon loses himself, either way he dies. And I don't think he'll want it to be his Papa killing him" Taker explains. Shawns eyes widen as Drew looks at him. "He wouldn't." Drew whispers looking at Leon to be met with pleading eyes. "And if he does get addicted?" Drew asks. "Skelly will be awake enough to not allow that. And he won't be able to find it if he does have the addiction gene." Taker promises.
Drew takes a deep breathe. He grabs Leon's other arm and pins it to the chair. John stands behind the chair holding it steady. "Do it." Drew nods. "No! Dre-!" Leon cuts himself off with a growl and a groan as the needle is pushed into his arm. "Youll forgive us when this is all over" Taker murmurs as Leon's eyes shine purple, the pupil of his eye starting to turn red. Leon grits his teeth as the thick liquid is pushed into his veins. "How do you know this stuff is addictive?" Shawn asks. "Kane used to take it to feel human after what Paul did." Taker answers, keeping his eyes on Leon as he injects him.
"So how do we complete it?" Cassie asks quietly. Taker glances at Kane. Kane immediately smirks and nods. "A good old coffin match" Taker smiles. "We have to do it public?" Drew asks. "Its the only way you'll get close enough to ministry to do it. He's a sucker for public punishment." "Yeah tell me about it" Shawn mutters as cassie moves to him. Taker pulls back as Leon's body goes limp. He hands the needle back to kane. "Get rid of it." Taker orders. Kane nods and walks off. "Now. We all leave. And mention nothing around Leon or to him." Taker orders. Drew slowly let's Leon's arm go, watching how it falls into his lap, the way his head is limp, his chin against his collar bones.
He looks so peaceful...and that scares drew.
A hand on his shoulder brings him back. "Cmon" Shawn murmurs. Drew just nods and lets the man lead him out. He just hopes this was the right thing to do.
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Drew finishes adjusting his kneepads when the gasps and mutters start. He glances to see Leon stood in the doorway. "Thought you were injured?" Roman asks. "I got better" he smirks. Drew straightens, immediately seeing the difference in leon-no, ministry. "Hey baby, where were you this morning?" Minsitry asks moving closer to drew. Sheamus raises an eyebrow at the man. Leon hated using the nickname baby, he stuck to darling and even then it was accidental.
"I had a meeting with Hunter. He wants us to have a match" drew explains. "Oh yeah? What kind?" Ministry asks leaning against drews locker. "A coffin match" the whole lockeroom falls quiet. Drew feels sick as a smile grows on Leon's face. "A coffin match?" He has a twisted tone in his voice as he pushes off the lockers. "Yep. I think it could be fun" drew shrugs, trying to play it cool. He flinches as Leon grabs his jaw. "Oh trust me baby, it'll be a world of fun" Ministry practically growls as he leans close. Drew frowns at him as best as he can with a smushed face. "Guess I better go talk to hunter" Leon smirks dropping his hand and slaunting out.
"What the fuck is wrong with him?" Sheamus asks. "Are you alright?" He adds. "You have no idea" drew whispers rubbing his jaw. He glances over to see Roman staring at him with knowing eyes.
It wouldn't shock drew if roman also knew that wasn't Leon.
It's not like they'll talk about it.
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Drew feels nervous.
His eyes burn into the coffin as Leon's music hits and the fans go nuts.
Right...they think Leon's still bound to a chair.
Drew keeps his eyes on the coffin as Leon drives around the ring.
He finally looks up as the man steps into the ring. He watches ad he strips down. Drew looks at the confused faces as the sight of Leon's back. Leon turns to drop his jacket outside and drews eyes squint at the symbol. It's outline is glowing purple.
His jaw sets tight as Leon turns to him. Leon tilts his head and smiles at him as the bell rings.
Drew knows the plan. He just can't think about it too much.
The fight begins. And if drew didn't know it as a fact, you wouldn't of thought Leon has been in a bike accident. He's quick, steady and damn good.
Drew goes to deliver a chop when Leon catches his wrist. His eyes flash purple before drews pulled in close. "Hes not here to stop me this time" Ministry whispers against his ear. Drews eyes widen as he stares at the tron. It's zoomed in on them. "I can do anything I want to you. And no one can save you" Ministry growls before throwing him to the floor.
Drew grits his teeth as he lands on his wrist awkwardly. He turns to look over his shoulder, he looks at that damn smirk. "Bring it bitch" drew growls pushing up and tackling him.
He just has to get him weak snd in that damn coffin.
And takers taught him all the tricks.
Ministry's weaknesses are takers weaknesses.
Twenty minutes pass when the coffin is opened and drew has Leon on his knees, fingers tangled in those new long locks. "Please" Leon gasps. Drew clenches his jaw. That's not Leon. No. He pushes Leon into the coffin, pulling the lid shut and planting his foot on it as the bell rings.
He ignores the cheers and chants of the fans as he listens to the ring being torn open. He just holds his hand back. Taker places the locks into his hand and drew gets to work padlocking the coffin shut. "Cmon" Taker grunts climbing out of the ring. Drew jumps down and both, to everyone's confusion, push it up the ramp.
"Now remember, we can't stay once it begins." Taker tells him as kane walks onto the stage. Drew nods as they reach kane. Kane smiles and holds up the gasoline. Drew let's out a shakey breathe as Leon starts to pound on the coffin. "LET ME OUT! DREW! PLEASE!" "Dont listen to him" Taker growls. Drew rests his forehead against the coffin lid. "Forgive me my love." He whispers before straightening himself.
He takes the can and starts to pour it over the coffin. Kane and taker back away as drew gets to work. Kane looks at taker. 'Reckon he's got it?' Kane signs. "I know he does. He'll do the right thing" Taker mutters pulling Leon's lighter out of his pocket.
Drew let's a pained sob out as he throws the can at the coffin. He stumbles back towards taker who just holds the lighter out. Drew accepts it and glances down at the flip lighter. He runs his thumb over the carving on it. "Im sorry" he whispers as he flips it open. He stares at the flame.
As he stands alone on the stage, tears pouring down his face he drops the lighter. He steps back as flames build, and quickly. He bites his lower lip and nods as the coffin burns up.
"Make it back for me." Drew whispers before turning from the coffin and walking backstage.
He ignores everyone as he walks through the arena.
His mind and body has fallen numb.
Cold.
Dead.
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Shawn glances at taker. "What happens now?" Shawn asks quietly. "He pulls it off. And if he doesn't ill bring him back and kill him myself." Taker mutters taking his hat off. Kane nods. "And drew?" Cassie asks. "Give him time. He's just killed his true love." Taker tells her. "But he will be okay? Ministry won't get angry and come back for him?" John asks. Taker looks at shawn. Shawns staring at the burning coffin. "No. We won't allow that." Taker mutters.
"Its all up to you now Leon."
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What's this? A update?
In 2023?
Woah
Go me
#wwe#shawn michaels#the undertaker#wwf#hbtaker#undertaker x shawn michaels#shawn x undertaker#leon michaels#cassidy michaels#john cena#kane#drew mcintyre#sheamus#the family of destruction fics#the family of destruction#Leons Nightmare
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Hii here with like kinda angsty thought: how would finnick react if reader flinches during an argument? Like he raises his hand to scratch his neck or smth, but she gets the wrong message??
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old habits die hard.
pairing: finnick o'dair x fem!reader
content warnings: reader has been in a previous abusive relationship. mentions of previous arguments and abuse, flinching, hurt/comfort, established relationship, improved communication at the end, angst with a happy ending.
word count: 546
It happens so quick.
One minute, you're arguing with Finnick, and the next, he's raised his hand to scratch the back of his neck. Your brain whirls into overdrive and you flinch, hands flying up to protect your face.
As god-awful as it sounds, it is an instinct by now. Living with your ex has thrown you into a permanent state of fight or flight. You've been dating Finnick for the better part of six years and the thought of him raising a hand to you has never even crossed your mind. It's just your luck that your ex's actions have taken permanent residence in your psyche.
Dread runs through your veins when you hear Finnick inhale a sharp breath. You lower your hands from your face, but the devastated look on your boyfriend's face makes you want to hide away again.
Tears are gathering on Finnick's waterline and he furiously blinks them away. He bites his bottom lip to stop it from trembling and says, "I would never."
You don't trust yourself to say anything, so you're quiet instead. You know Finnick isnt the type of guy to lay so much as a finger on you. You know that, but still, deep down, there's a nagging feeling that says, what if?
You never thought your ex would hit you, either.
Finnick sighs, running a hand down the length of his face. "Can I give you a hug or do you need some space?"
The words end up getting caught in the back of your throat. When you finally manage to push through the pain, your voice is strained and broken. "I want a hug."
Finnick obliges, but keeps his hands where you can see them, just in case you change your mind. When you don't cower away from him like he had expected, he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on top of your head. He kisses above where your hairline starts. "I'm so sorry, angel."
"It's not your fault--"
Finnick cuts you off before you can get much further. "No, I shouldn't have shouted. I didn't mean to scare you. I should have walked away and came back when the both of us were calmer. I never want you to feel scared and I definitely don't want you to think that I'm going to hit you because I'm mad. I would never do that to you, and the fact I have to clarify that makes my heart ache."
You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the warmth of your tears staining his cotton shirt. "I know you weren't going to hit me," you eventually say. "I know that. I-- sometimes I just forget that everyone's not like him. I'm sorry."
Finnick pulls away and cradles your face in his hands. The pad of his thumb reaches out and swipes away your tears. "Don't you dare apologise, angel. None of this is your fault, and I'm not mad. I just-- 'm sorry for scaring you. I'd never do that intentionally, you know that, right?"
You nod, and he presses a kiss to your forehead. "We need to talk some more about this later, when you're ready, but for now, I think we should cuddle and watch some tv. How does that sound?"
#grace talks🐚🌷#the hunger games#🎸 anon#thgs#thg#finnick odair#hurt/comfort#finnick odair x reader#finnick odair x you#fluff#finnick odair angst#finnick odair fluff#hcs#headcanons#sam claflin#blurb#f!reader#fem!reader#drabble#oneshot
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Tw; abuse, breakup rant, emotions:
I love you even if you're right in hating me. I fucked off hard. Either never being "there" in the day to day or worse being there, and being mad from jumping to conclusions all the time. My sarcasm would end up more spiteful than i cared to correct and even got mad when called out on. Alot of situations i never feel like i "snap" wheyer thats true or not. This has just been me. Everyday either intoxicated, aggravated, or devastated. When it did get physical because im yelling my head off and now I've made you unsafe, instead of realizing or seeing that i caused it, i just end up responding like you ARE trying to kill me. I'm not thinking about how much bigger i am, or againnthe fact that this is another situation i brought on myself and by association you, its like all i can think about is you not hitting me. Then i used to feel like me not hitting you back was me being the right even when what I'd do instead end up worse(who'd of thought trying to restrain a person in panic wouldn't go well/s).
It never mattered where we started to me because if how it ended and after awhile i felt the same way post breakup. I didn't wanna lose any and all ties i had to you. So whenever we would talk for especially how we talked it felt like we were working it out, maybe it skewed how i thought you felt about how things played out and not just that day but the entirety of your 3 years here. I did think we could've made it, still do to the smallest inkling but like, and im sorry if im just still an ass atp, you used to irritate my soul to the point it'd feel intentional. It felt like after a certain point you got off on it, just to shame me when it crossed into a point of unsexy jealousy. Some things we argued about felt like you wanted to argue for the sake of justifying leaving. Wheter true or not there were and technically more recently have been times where you're clearly mad at me and either wont say anything snd just be passive aggressive or you empty the clip like you were holding back every bad feeling youve ever had about me back and then make it my fault you did that. By the end of our relationship you told everyone you got out of an abusive relationship and lowkey paraded around like a DV survivor. I showed my ass mentally and then surprise surprise, i had to get medicated on more than weed and get in therapy because yeah i am big reason my relationship ended even if i dont agree with the reasons said. Yeah i tried sfter getting in therapy to shoot my shot and it didnt work. Just because im stuck in my lovey dovey shit didnt mean you had to for shit. Im so over the story that i just kept begging for you to come back when even when i was in my most "i miss you bb and think we should work it out" the thought of living with you again so soon makes my skin crawl and much rather have did visits and vc and also i felt i needed to figure more personal shit out to not be ass mad all the time or present that thats what i was.
I was fine loving you from afar while i worked on myself and did whatever needed to be done and could be done to make everything not like it was but not fucking dog shit.
After the last time we talked, i ended just mad at myself for being mad at you then. I could feel how much i thought you thought you were "slick" or "really thought you was cute with that one" like i understand youre angry and how you feel even if again i know we dont and probably wont ever agree on that shit. I understood it. So when youre out here clearly trying to hurt me because you're hurt and tired of me atp why was that even a concern of mine?
The real reason i dont try firing back isnt because i truly beilieve that yes im an abuser and just satan himself, but really because theres no denying theres been too many times i acted and reacted without much thought or consideration and i feel thats worse. Abusers go out there way to do whatever but whatever the fuck i am can just like happen. I still think im abusive.
Its hard not too at this point. At base level im a hothead that yells alot, i overreact to minor grievances, and max i kick holes in walls and sit on my partner.
I could explain that again but like would the explanation make the outcome different?
I dont know what this was whatever
Im sorry
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I thought...I thought we weren't acting like this anymore. But he's going out of town, leaving me with the kids, and we got into a fight. He wanted to fight. And I took the bait. I took the fucking bait like an idiot. Making me feel like I'm the bad guy for expressing a need and a want. We are back to this. And I am deeply disappointed.
I was hopeful in us. I really was. I thought we were communicating better and getting through hard moments. And now I felt like I did 6 months ago. Shamed for feeling a certain way, berated for having needs and feelings, and back to the feeling that I need to leave. Almost a year in therapy, and I am seeing that how he treated me was not okay and that it is toxic and I am better than that. I have needs and that doesn't make me selfish. He has needs and that doesn't make him selfish. But not communicating them to me and expecting me to know - that is selfish. He's turned back into a monster since working. Not even a month back. He's not engaged with us - the boys especially. Instead mocking me about checking on our child, who cannot stop getting sick.
I didn't say what happened but I finally admitted that I don't drink because of a traumatic event. I don't drink because he beat me senseless when the last time we got shitfaced drunk. The door is broken from when he bruised my knees so badly that it still hurts to cross them to put socks on. My brain, my train of thought hasn't been the same since. I haven't been okay since that night. He thought it was a fight between himself and his six year old son. No. It broke because he beat me a year and a half ago. Because that's when I stopped trusting him. In my most vulnerable state - he went after me. I wasn't safe. I will never be safe with him.
He yells at me and blames me for not trusting him. For holding him back. I've taken it and taken it and held in the reaction to run for years and years, but it's my fault right? I make him react this way. I control him. I am always pissed off about something. He's tired of this. He's so fucking tired of this. I mistreat him. Yeah. Sure.
He's pulled a gun on me. Holding our oldest son. He shut me out, gaslit me, made me feel crazy. Want to know the real reason I won't have another child? He has physically hurt me every. single. pregnancy. My firstborn is anxious and afraid because of the abuse when I was pregnant with him. Our middle child, dead, - he slammed my head into a wall and pushed me down. Our youngest - he choked me, slammed me into a wall. My oldest has admitted that Daddy isnt nice to Mommy sometimes. I can't go through a pregnancy and postpartum again.
If I am vulnerable - I am in danger.
He's sorry now. But when will it happen again? It's a matter of time. Time is ticking.
I don't need to go every Saturday. We don't need to be together all the time? You got your wish. I'll take the boys home and build a family with them. They'll remember me doing that when they're older. They will remember all these things. I'll put up my space. That dream is dead. He killed that tonight and showed me I need to save everything for myself and the boys. I'm strong, I'm healthy, and I am not perfect, but none of us are and that's okay.
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im curious, what do you consider ooc for grian? i agree w you completely but i would like to know 👁👁
ohoho *takes a BIG sip of my 5 hour energy and slams it on my bedside stool*
okay, so i HOPE this doesnt become a big old rant, because i really should sleep, but, the thing people misunderstand about him MOST, which therefore sort of branches into most other mischaracterizations i see with his character, is that he's not an asshole.
he's also not not an asshole.
here's what i mean: grian's moral compass is looser than a door without hinges, but his honor, and the honor of others, holds priority. in season 8 during the boatem prank war with big eyes, he aptly called his policy, "prank hard, clean up harder."
for the more innocuous offenses he commits, like pranks, and minor amounts murder, he will almost always feel bad and offer to help clean up if he feels like what he did is "too much." "too much" is dependent on circumstance, but most often it includes permanent loss of valubles- like armor, large amounts of resources, and hard to obtain items- which he will attempt to replace or make up for with helping the unfortunate recipient of his ill-fated prank with chores. "too much" also includes griefing and base editing whether it be accidental or on purpose- most notable examples being in season 7 when keralis discovered the "removing stuff from keralis' base" challenge, and rebuilding part of scar's base in season 8 after accidentally getting it blown up. if he feels like it's even partially his fault, he'll almost always offer to help fix the mess, even if he does complain about it the entire way though.
so he likes to fuck with people- he doesnt like permanent damage. that doesnt mean he doesnt occasionally want to cause permanent damage, such as in the life series, but he also often needs a reason to cause damage like losing lives or permadeath.
renchanting trap? scar wasn't doing his job properly as the only red life. tnt base trap? home no longer safe, revenge for pizza. killing jimmy and mumbo in last life? they provoked him and were reaping the consequences. killing bigb and ren in double life? they provoked him by (to his knowledge) being the cause of scar's death as a yellow life. no matter what death grian has personally called in the life series, either before or after it took place, you can find an instance of grian saying why he felt he needed to do it. and if the death is accidental, or accidental collateral damage, he tries to make up for it with his time and energy. (like with the physical objects.)
i see a lot of fics on ao3 with the tag "grian is an asshole in this one, sorry", and i dont normally read those, because those just leave a bad taste in my mouth- but i also see a lot of fics unintentionally write grian as more of a jerk because they forget he abides by honor. its not that grian isnt a murderer, its that he needs a reason to do it- or he'll excuse it after the fact with a reason. its not that grian isnt reckless with other people's lives, its that if he realizes the damage he causes is permanent he balks at doing it. its not that grian isnt an asshole, its that he likes to piss off people but wouldn't dream of purposefully damaging his friendships. grian, as a character, is defined by his willingness to push boundaries and his hesitance to cross the line. and far too often, people forget these two coexisting facts, and write grian as only being one or the other.
again, this is all mostly opinion and writing advice, and ive read fics where grian was ooc that i still enjoyed. but also sometimes you just look at a fandom and you're like "wow youre so valid but youre also wrong!" and occasionally i do be feeling that. in the end what matters is that the fic was fun to write, and the rant resulting from that is also fun to write. goodnight all,
#asked and answered#habeas speaks#spacemanxephos#not character tagging this#writing crit#i guess?#anyway
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lovestruck!enhypen x reader
pairing: lovestruck!enhypen x reader
genre: FLUFF fluff Fluff
description: how enhypen would be if they became lovestruck by the reader ☹️☹️ this is such an adorable request!!!! itll vary for each member ur relationships so you’ll either be strangers or already dating etc.
a/n: idk if all of them are lovestruck exactly bc i just got carried away with the fluff for some of them and idky maknae line revolves around sleeping BUT IDC sleepy!enhypen is the best 😁
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HEESEUNG
u worked at a pretty popular clothing store
and well well well heeseung had shown up dressed very much your style so u were like
Wow who is this guy....
he was alone just looking around
and there were like 10 other people in the store but u wanted to talk to him so bad so u went up like
“hi, welcome! are u finding everything okay?”
he was looking through a rack of shirts and turned around when he heard u but WOW
when this man turned around he looked even better in person u couldnt believe it 😫
BUT IT SEEMS HE FELT THE SAME BC U SWEAR HE BECAME SO FLUSTERED WHEN HE TURNED AROUND
his eyes got so wide u almost laughed it was so cute ☹️
he stuttered and was like “oh um im okay”
Aw man
but u said “okay then! let me know if you need any help finding anything or if u wanna use a dressing room!” and u sent him ur nicest smile u could give
his eyes were still kinda wide open and u gave him one last look before turning around😢😢
BUT THEN HE SAID SOMETHING
“w-wait! actually.. um....uh.. do u.. do u guys have sweatpants..?”
u giggled to urself on the inside bc u knew he just made that up on the spot
“we do! here, follow me”
while u were showing him the clothes u guys had exchanged names and had some small talk
and that was the start of something very Beautiful
and since then he has been coming almost everyday to visit u at work 🤗🤗
JAY
jay swore he found new things about u to love every single day
and today wasnt an exception!!!!
u knew jay had been really tired and just worn out from work recently so u had decided to make him his favorite meal for dinner
a nice little surprise for when he got home ❤️
and also the anime he was watching ready on the tv for u two to watch together :(
u had literally been preparing all day and u even decided to go out and buy dessert too
AWESOMEST PERSON EVER U ARE!
it was 8pm already and jay should be getting home now
u set the table all neatly and put on one of his sweaters
AND WOULD U LOOK AT THAT HE GOT HOME AS SOON AS U WERE DONE
Fate 🔥🔥
romantic stuff like this wasnt really ur forte so this was out of the normal for u
but u wanted to do something for jay because he did stuff like this for u alot
the table isnt in view when u walk into the apartment so he wasnt able to see his dinner yet
“hi” you smile brightly and go up to hug him and give him a little kiss
he had his bad slung over one of his shoulders and he was taking his shoes off in the doorway after he closed it
“hey.. it smells pretty good in here” he gave you a tired smile while one of his arms was wrapped around your waist
“really? it smells normal to me” you giggled before walking to the kitchen area together
he stopped and looked at u with LITERAL HEARTS IN HIS EYES when he saw the table
jay: ❤️_❤️
“y/n..”
“surprise!!! you know im not good with words but i wanted to show you that i can cook” you laugh “and that i love you very much and im so proud of you”
jay doesnt say anything but instead drops his bag on the couch and gives u the Biggest Hug Ever
ur face is practically smushed in his chest and his hand is resting lovingly on ur hair :(((
he loves u so much im so sad
JAKE
“layla!!! layla where are you?” jake was yelling quite loudly in the massive park he was in the middle of
yeah jake lost layla.. uh oh
quite a coincidence you found the cutest dog you’d ever laid eyes on
and she seemed to love u very much
the dog had made u topple over and now she was excitedly playing with you while you were sat on the ground laughing to your hearts content
after a minute of playing you had got up because you knew she was somebodys lost dog and her owner was probably looking all over the park for her
“okay.. lets go find your owner before they have a heart attack” you giggle
just as you said that though, you heard a boys voice yell “LAYLA!!!!”
the dog next to you looked in his direction, tail wagging and tongue out, but she didnt move an inch from her spot next to you
it made me you laugh out loud
as you were watching the boy run up to you, you noticed how cute he actually was
Omg..... ur heart started beating a little faster
“hi..” the boy hunched over with his hands on his knees breathing very heavily “you have my dog”
“uh yeah” you laugh “sorry about that, she ran over to me a couple minutes ago and i was just about to go find her owner”
“its okay, thank you..” he trailed off to find out your name and finally looked up to meet your eyes
“y/n” you told him
“y/n” he repeated with a small grin on his face “im jake”
“hi jake” you lightheartedly give him your hand to shake and he chuckles before taking the offer
“and it was nice meeting you layla” you crouch down to meet her level and she licks your face making you fall on your butt
you laugh and jakes quick to help you up
“layla! thats not very nice” he jokingly scolds her and pets her head
after u got up u bid goodbye to the two before jake invited u to continue walking around the park AND HE EVEN BOUGHT U AN ICE CREAM
Is This A Date, Jake? 😫😫❤️❤️❤️❤️😳😛😛
SUNGHOON
“you should be more careful” you scold the boy sitting with you standing between his legs
sunghoon had apparently gotten elbowed in the face by his friend and scratched by his friends cat on accident????
“it wasn’t my fault! he turned around and i just happened to be in the way. and i didnt even do anything to the cat!” he whined
“i didnt say it was your fault. i said to be more careful.” you tried to sound stern
u knew ur logic was making no sense but u just thought it was so fun to mess with him
he let out a sigh and gave up, slouching over again
you were stood between his legs, wiping the blood away and applying ointment
“im just kidding, you’re so cute” one of your free hands comes up to rub his hair
a small grin pops up on his face and his arms come to rest on your waist
he looks up at you while you focus on tending to his wounds
and u guessed it WITH LITERAL HEARTS IN HIS EYES
❤️_❤️
“you know y/n” he begins
you hum in response, letting him know you’re listening
“im gonna marry you one day”
you freeze in your place
it took you a minute to collect yourself because you felt like your heart almost leaped out of your chest
“who says?” you joke
he leans up to give you a quick kiss on the lips before sitting back down
“me.”
SUNOO
you noticed sunoo had been really tired lately and u just wanted to make him feel better :((
the boys were going out and invited you two obviously but you could tell sunoo was iffy about going
“uhh..” you trail off and look over at sunoo who was laying on the couch
“you know what guys? i think me and sunoo are gonna stay home today.. you guys have fun though!” you bid goodbye to the other boys and they all understood and left
you dont even know if sunoo knew they had left already because when you walked over to him his tired eyes were glued on the tv
“hey” you leaned against the couch and looked down at him
“y/n? are we going soon?” his eyes move to the top of his head to look up at you
you start laughing and he literally goes 🤨???
“silly, they already left! so what do you wanna do?” you plop down next to him and he was in the process of sitting up
“what? when did they leave...” his mouth drops open
“like 2 minutes ago” you giggle, leaning back to rest your head
sunoo had sat still, pondering for a moment
“why did they leave us?” he turned to look at you
your eyes met his “well i figured you didnt wanna go... you didnt, right?”
he slowly shakes his head “how did you know?”
you give him a sneaky smile and jokingly push his arm “because i know you so well”
he laughs at this and leans his head on your shoulder
“wow y/n.. im impressed” he grins, snuggling into your arm
your other arm crosses over to pat him on the head, leaning your head to rest on top of his
“but thank you y/n..” his eyes slowly close to rest “im thankful for all the little things you notice about me”
u literally go 🥺
your hand goes down to squeeze his and he falls asleep peacefully on ur shoulder ☹️☹️☹️❤️
JUNGWON
“y/n..what is that” jungwons eyes can barely open as he tries to comprehend whats going on while hes waking up
you haphazardly tap around the bedside table trying to turn off the new alarm you set last night
and that new alarm was jungwon singing 🤗
“its you, dummy” your eyes were still closed but you turned to face jungwon and snuggled closer to him
“wha- where did you even get that???” he was almost fully awake now, staring down at your half asleep figure
you yawned before answering in your i-just-woke-up-and-i-should-probably-drink-some-water voice “remember when you sang me to sleep last week? yeah i was secretly recording you. no biggie” you pat his chest twice and leave your hand there, content with life at the moment Lol
“y/nnnn” he whines “change ittt i dont like it”
“you’re kidding.” you deadpan, shocked he would say such a thing!!! “jungwon you sound like an angel threw up on a field of flowers full of puppies and kittens! okay thats kinda weird maybe not that”
jungwon giggles a little and sits up so he can sit against the headboard while your head rests on his lap
“you like my singing that much?” you can hear the smile in his voice as he asks you
you finally pop one eye open to look up at him, a goofy grin in your face
“i love your singing”
his hands run through your hair and you let out a sigh at the feeling
jungwon doesnt say anything
all he does is admire you
you can feel his eyes on you so you open your eyes again (both this time🙏🏼) and meet his eyes
“i can feel you staring straight into the depths of my soul, jungwon”
he laughs at this, bring his other hand up to pinch your cheek
“i’ll sing for you whenever you want me to y/n”
NI-KI
“shut up sunghoon, hes sleeping” you whisper-scolded the boy
ni-ki was currently asleep on you
literally SPRAWLED all over your body and you were basically mummified
by nishimura riki
his legs were tangled in yours, his head shoved into your neck, and his arms were bent around you in ways you didnt know were humanly possible
“you literally have an alien taking a nap on you y/n” sunghoon deadpans before walking out the room
“when you’re asleep sunghoon i will send you into a spacecraft for the rest of your life so you can go see aliens for yourself”
“wowww im so scared y/n” the boy remarks and shuts the door
you half laugh and half scoff before turning your attention back to the ipad screen sitting on the bed infront of you
well
kind of infront of you because ni-ki’s acrobatic position was basically blocking the view
you were having a decent time watching the show playing, definitely not the most comfortable person on the planet at the moment
until you felt the body on top of you.. rumble?
you knew that feeling
ni-ki was laughing
HOW and WHY the hell was he laughing ?!!?!!?!
“what the hell?” you look down at him and his face is shoved near your shoulder but you caught a glimpse of his big smile
his laughter gets louder and you still dont have answers yet
“why are you laughing???? i thought you were sleeping?????” you try to push him off you but he was persistent in laughing in your shoulder (??)
after a couple minutes of you just letting this happen
ni-ki finally speaks!
“you’re so funny y/n” he finally pulls away from you and wipes his tears
“what are you even talking about... and how long were you awake, you sneaky kid” you poke his chest
he leans down again to hug your waist and start cuddling you again
“10 minutes”
“so you’re telling me i could’ve freed myself from that god awful demon EMBRACE you had me in 10 minutes ago???!!”
ni-ki starts laughing again and looks up at you
“thank you for threatening to send sunghoon to aliens for me y/n” he grins
you laugh, finally understanding what the boy had been going on about
“sunghoon deserved it”
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Give Yourself a Try
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader enemies to lovers
Synopsis: you and Peter hate each other, which becomes a problem when you’re given a group project
Part two and three
Masterlist
“Good morning Ned.” You kindly greeted as you took your seat in front of Peter in your first period physics class.
“Morning Y/n.” Ned said back, gearing up for what he knew was coming.
“I really like your makeup today, Y/n.” Peter smiled as he leaned forward in his seat. “Is it hard balancing your schoolwork with your job at the circus?”
“Not at all.” You smiled sweetly at him as you turned around. “I could get you a job there if you’d like. We’ve been needing something small to feed to the lions between shows. You’d be perfect.”
“Small? Darling, you must be mistaken.” Peter kept a sickly sweet grin on. “I’m bigger than your boyfriend of the week over there.”
“Silly goose.” You scrunched your nose at him. “Harry Osborn is not my boyfriend. And just so you know, steroids are really bad for you. I’m worried about your well being.”
“I’m not on steroids.” Peter hissed, dropping the act. “Stop trying to start that rumor.”
“Why not?” You shot back. “You had no trouble spreading the rumor that I was the one who killed Herbie the hamster when we all know it was you who left the door open after cleaning his cage.”
“Are you kidding me? That was fifth grade.” He whispered harshly.
“I will never forget it.” You snapped back.
“Ahem.” The teacher cleared her throat as she stared at you and Peter with an annoyed expression. This was an everyday occurrence in her class, and any other class you had with Peter. You hated each other and everyone knew it. You and Peter stopped arguing and slumped in your seats, giving each other one last look of disdain.
“Instead of a final exam this semester, I’ll be giving you a final project.” The teacher continued. “You’ll be working with one other student.”
“Nice. We can finally present our work on quantum physics.” Peter excitedly high fived Ned.
“Can you guys reschedule your virgin convention for later?” You asked seriously. “I’m trying to listen.”
“Because of the disappointing grades on the last project, I will be assigning your partners.” The teacher went on.
“Don’t worry.” Peter whispered to Ned again. “We could still end up together. We got an A last time so she knows we work well together.”
“We got an A last time.” You mimicked his voice and moved your hand like a puppet.
“Yeah. An A.” Peter said as he leaned forward in his seat. “You know, like your bra size.”
“What did you just say to me?” You snapped as you whipped around. He had on his infamous shit eating grin that you hated.
“Young man, can you please stop interrupting our conversation?” He said as he held up a hand. Your jaw dropped at the insult, face growing warm with anger. You decide not to give him the satisfaction of an insult exchange and turned around in your seat. Your teacher began to list off the partners for the projects.
“Leeds, Stacy.” She called out. “You’ll be working together.”
“Sorry, man. But also, not sorry man.” Ness frown quickly turned into a smile. “Gwen, over here!”
“Aw.” You snickered as you turned around on your chair. “I feel bad for whoever gets stuck with you now. That poor, unfortunate soul.”
“Parker. L/n. You’ll be working together.”
“What?” You and Peter screamed in unison. You gave each other an angry look before looking at your teacher in protest.
“You two are always holding up my class and I’m tired of it.” She held up a hand. “This project will teach you how to finally get along and stop disrupting me while I teach.”
“Mrs. Avery, with all due respect, I can feel myself getting more disruptive already.” You told her.
“I think that’s your STD.” Peter mumbled.
“You two need to learn how to be professional and amicable.” She ignored your protest. “You won’t always like your peers. But you will always have to collaborate with them at some point.”
“I understand that.” You assured her. “But if we do this project together, my fist is going to collaborate with Peters face.”
“That’s a threat.” Peter piped up. “I’d like to file a report.”
“And I’d like to take that report and shove it up your-“
“Enough.” Mrs. Avery cut you off. “You will be working together and that is final.”
You both shrunk in your seats, fuming with anger over the teachers decision. You didn’t cause any more disruptions throughout the class and quickly left once the bell rang.
Peter saw you at your locker, which was coincidentally next to his locker, spraying some perfume on.
“Darling!” Peter exclaimed as he stood next to you. “So good to see you! You know how much I love when you hog all the locker space and make the entire hallways smell like perfume.”
“Why, thank you.” You touched your hand to your heart. “As I’m sure you know, some of us prefer to smell like things other than Neosporin and baby powder. After all, that’s your signature scent and I’d just hate to step on your toes.”
“I didn’t know. Thank you for opening your gigantic mouth and telling me!” Peter said through a toothy grin.
“Oh, Peter.” You laughed airily. “You’re very welcome, you sad sack of shit.”
“Classy.” Peter faked a smile as he opened his locker. “Do you want to come over to my house after school to work on the project? I live walking distance from here.”
“What? No.” You scoffed. “You’re not getting me to a secondary location. We’ll work in the library.”
“Actually, we won’t, because it’s closed for maintenance.” He replied with a tight smile.
“I wish you were closed for maintenance.” Yoh grumbled as you zipped up your bag.
“Hilarious.” He fake laughed loudly. “Are you coming over or not?”
“Not.” You said in disgust. “I don’t know you or your parents. You might try to kill me as a part of some Parker family cult ritual.”
“My parents are dead.” He told you, unamused. “It’s just me and my aunt.”
“Is your aunt a cult leader?” You asked.
“No.” He groaned.
“Cult member?”
“No. All she does is cheat at cross world puzzles and shop at Whole Foods.” He said.
“So you lied.” You slammed your locker and looked at him. “She’s in the Whole Foods cult.”
“Can you try not to be difficult for two minutes, please? We need to get this project done.”
“Jokes on you, Parker.” You folded your arms. “Difficult is my lowest setting.”
“Ooo. Scary.” He mocked you. “What’s your highest? Because I’m pretty sure I saw it last Tuesday when your backpack got stuck on the door handle and you decided to blame me.”
“I know that was your fault. And I go from difficult to hooligan to the step mom from Parent Trap.” You shrugged.
“And they said women aren’t funny.” Peter replied as he slapped his knee. You raised an eyebrow at him, judging him for his material.
“I’m sorry.” He mumbled.
“You’re gonna be sorry.” You told him. “Where do you live again?”
“Waking distance from here. I said that less than five minutes ago.” He rolled his eyes at you.
“Well I didn’t hear that because I tune you out when you speak. You know, like most people do.” You said sweetly.
“Wow, you’re so funny.” Peter said sarcastically. “If I meet you here at the end of the day, will you come home with me?”
“Fine.” You huffed. “I’ll go home with you. But if I start detecting any cult shit going on, I’m leaving.”
“Fine by me.” He scoffed. “I’ll see you later.”
~
“Are you ready to go?” Peter asked after the last bell had rang. You shouldered your backpack and shut your locker, feeling unusually anxious around him. You could deal with Peter for 40 minutes at a time when all you did was trade insults. Something about walking to his home together and spending time alone knocked the confidence right out of you.
“I’m ready.” You nodded.
“What, no insult?” He asked. “No mocking of my voice?”
“We were assigned each other as partners so we could learn to be civil, right?” You shrugged. “I guess I’m just mature enough to give it a try.”
“There she is.” Peter smiled as you began to walk in the direction of his apartment. “There’s my girl.”
You looked to the side when you heard him say this, unsure of how it made you feel. You often called each other pet names ironically, but this felt different. There was a change in the dynamic between the two of you and it was clouding your judgment.
You let Peter do all the talking as you walked home, thankful that he lived so close to the school. He spewed out ideas for the project the entire elevator ride up and didn’t stop until you were standing outside his bedroom door.
Peter stopped talking and opened the door, gesturing for you to go inside. You made a face at him before walking, staying in one spot as he shut the door and sat down. You were frozen as you looked around his room, not liking how human it made him. He had notes from classes you didn’t have with him strewn around and an open first aid kit on his desk.
“You can sit.” He chuckled when he noticed how stiff you were.
“I’m scared to.” You admitted.
“Why?”
“I don’t know.” You answered honestly. Something about sitting on this boys bed with him seemed finalizing, like you’d be opening a door you couldn’t close.
“Just sit down.” He repeated. “I didn’t rig the place with boobytraps, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“That’s what someone who rigged the place with booby traps would say.” You replied as you took a hesitant seat on his bed.
“There. Isnt that nice?” He asked sarcastically.
“No.” You said immediately. “Am I the first girl to ever sit on your bed?”
“Psh. No.”
“I’ll take that as a yes ma’am.” You mumbled.
“Whatever.” He replied. “What do you want to do the project on?”
“How about micropenises?” You suggested. “You won’t even have to do any research.”
“Haha. So funny.” He rolled his eyes. “You are so annoying it’s actually impressive.”
“Please.” You laughed. “You so have a crush on me.”
“What?” His entire face went red. “No I don’t.”
“No I don’t.” You mimicked his voice. “Yes you do. That’s why you’re up my ass all the time.”
“That makes no sense.” He scoffed.
“It makes total sense.” You insisted. “You know I’ll never like you back, so you made me hate you. That way, you still get to talk to me all the time. Genius, really. I applaud you.”
“That’s a nice little fantasy you’ve created for yourself. Is that what you tell yourself to help you fall asleep?” He teased you.
“Yep.” You smiled brightly. “Right after I finger blast myself to the thought of you in your Catholic schoolboy sweaters.”
“Oh my God.” His cheeks turned even redder at your inappropriate joke.
“And they said women aren’t funny.” You used his words from earlier.
“They were right.” He said, making you laugh.
“God, I love it when you talk down to me.” You fanned yourself. “Can you tell me how to change a tire?”
Peter began to laugh as well, looking at you as you both laughed. You quickly stopped laughing when you realized you just gave him a genuine smile and looked away.
“Do you want to do the project on tensile strength?” You suggested to break the tension. “I know you’re weirdly into that.”
“How’d you know?” He wondered.
“You almost popped a boner when we talked about in last month.” You teased him. “It’s just rope, dude.”
“It’s not just rope. It’s the force-“
“-the force required to pull something until it breaks. I know.” You finished his sentence. “I’m smart too, you know.”
“Oh.” He was dumbfounded that you knew something he was interested in. “I didn’t know.”
“Yeah.” You nodded. “Women use brain sometime. Woman say smart thing like man.”
Peter laughed again, realizing you were actually kind of funny when you wanted to be.
“I’m not a misogynist, you know.” Peter said after a beat. “You don’t have to make jokes like that. I may not like you, but I respect you.”
“You respect me?” You raised a skeptical eyebrow at him.
“I respect all women. The strongest person I know is my Aunt. Plus, I’ve still never met anyone who was as smart as my mom. I wouldn’t be half the man I was if it weren’t for the women who raised me.” He shrugged. “But it would be ignorant and naive of me to only respect woman who are related to me in some way. So I respect all of them unless they give me a reason not to.”
“Have I given you a reason not to?” You batted your eyelashes at him.
“Not yet.” He chuckled to himself. “You’re annoying, but you’re brilliant. I know you would never admit this, but we’re basically the same person. You’re just more extroverted so you have more friends and popularity. And you’re smart but you don’t make that your whole personality, so it impresses more people when you let your intelligence show.”
Your body language shifted when you realized he was actually a nice guy. He clearly paid attention to you and was impressed by what he saw. You didn’t say anything, so Peter kept going.
“People lean in to listen when you start speaking instead of tuning you out.” He brought up your insult from earlier, and you felt bad. You didn’t realize he admired you in any way and you felt guilty for always teasing him. Peter’s kept his eyes down, playing with his fingers to distract himself.
“You’re…you’re kind of every thing I wanted to be.” He said quietly. You smiled softly at him, but he didn’t see it. It was the first time you had a nice moment with Peter, and you didn’t hate it. You could tell he was beginning to panic for sharing so much, so you reached forward and tilted his chin up to look at you. His wide eyes met yours and you gave him a small smile.
“How did your parents die?” You asked quietly, immediately ruining the moment.
“Damn.” Peter pulled away with a shocked laugh. “When was your first period?”
“All right. I get your point.” You rolled your eyes. “That was a little abrupt.”
“You’re telling me.” He teased. You sat in silence for a moment, neither of you sure where to go from there. You knew Peter was still processing you touching his face, so you talked first.
“My parents are dead too.” You said without looking up at him.
“They are?” He asked, scooting a little closer to you on the bed.
“Yeah.” You looked up and gave him a sad smile. “But if you think we’re gonna take a turn and fall in love because we have similar trauma, you’re wrong. I can’t stand orphans.”
“But you’re an orphan.” He reminded you.
“And?”
“Never mind.” He shook his head. “I have a feeling I won’t be getting through to you.”
“Probably not.” You agreed. “Tell me more, though. Did your parents die doing something cool?”
“I don’t really know.” He shrugged. “It was a plane crash. That’s all I’ve been told.”
“Oh.” You nodded. “Sounds lame.”
“What?”
“A plane crash?” You raised your eyebrow. “That’s so boring. Yawn.”
“Excuse me?” He laughed in shock again. “Fine. How did your parents die?”
“Firefighters.” You said proudly. “Died saving three children.”
“Wow.” Peter sat back, stumped.
“Yeah.” You nodded. “I was one of them.”
“Seriously?” His eyes widened as he fought the urge to hold your hand.
“No. I’m fucking with you.” You began to laugh as he let out a groan.
“Why would you do that to me?” He whined. “You had me, for a minute there.”
“What can I say? I’m an actor.” You flipped your hair ostentatiously.
“What actually happened?” He wondered. You stopped smiling and bit your bottom lip.
“Drunk driver.” You told him. He didn’t fight the urge this time and reached over to take your hand in his. You stared at your interlocked hands, wondering if you should pull away or not. On the one hand, he was your enemy. But that didn’t make his warmth any less inviting.
“I’m sorry.” He said softly. “That must have been really hard on you.”
“You know the feeling, don’t you?” You asked with a sad smile.
“I do.” He nodded. “And I know how much it sucked to not have someone who knew how it felt. You don’t have to feel that way anymore. Neither of us do.”
You opened your mouth to speak but quickly shut it, not wanting to ruin the moment again. The guy holding your hand was not the same guy who sat behind you in physics. This guy was someone you actually liked.
“I might have misjudged you, Peter Parker.” You laughed shyly. “You might not be as unbearable as I remembered.”
“And you might not be the frigid bitch I thought you were.” He matched your tone.
“Watch it.” You warned.
“Sorry.” He mumbled.
“You were right.” You said after a beat. “We are pretty much the same person. I never realized that before.”
“Maybe that’s why we don’t get along.” He shrugged, rubbing soft circles into your hand.
“I’d be willing to give it a try, if you were.” You said sheepishly. “Who knows? I might just like you.”
“You want to give this a try?” He asked, eyes lighting up in excitement.
“Why not?” You shrugged. “What do I have to lose?”
“Okay.” He nodded eagerly. “Then we’ll try.”
“Cool.” You smiled.
“Cool.” He said before leaning in for a kiss. Your eyes widened as his fluttered shut, making you realize you were on different pages. His lips made contact with yours for a few seconds before you pushed him off.
“What the hell are you doing?” You asked as you covered your mouth with your hand.
“Kissing you?” He asked in confusion as hurt flashed in his eyes.
“Why the hell would you do that?” You exclaimed, still in shock. You got off the bed and backed away from him, trying to process what just happened.
“You said we were giving it a try!” He was shouting now too, but not out of anger. “I thought we were finally admitting that we like each other.”
“I meant giving friendship a try! I never said anything about a relationship.” You shouted. You quieted down when you saw the upset look on his face. “You... you like me?”
“I thought it was obvious.” He said quietly. “I-I thought you knew. You said it before and I just…I thought you knew.”
“Peter, I was joking when I said all that stuff.” You calmed down and sat back on his bed. “I didn’t actually think you liked me.”
“Oh.” He blinked a few times before looking down. “I…I do.”
“Peter, I’m sorry.” You reached for his hand again but his withdrew it.
“No, it’s my fault.” He shook his head and got off the bed. “I misunderstood the situation.”
“Peter, wait.” You caught him by the wrists and pulled him back down to the bed. He sat down again but looked anywhere but at you. You could see that his eyes were glassy so you put a hand on his face.
“You were right.” His voice wavered. “I did like you and I did think you’d never like me back. That’s why I always tease you. I just wanted you to talk to me.”
“Pete.” You whispered, rubbing his cheekbone with your thumb.
“I’m sorry. I really don’t want to be here right now. I’ll email you my part of the project and-“
You cut him off by wrapping your hand around the back of his neck and pulling him into a kiss. You both had your eyes closed this time and it lasted much longer. Your lips moved against his slowly and you could feel how inexperienced he was. Even so, it was perfect. You pulled away after a minute and looked into his eyes, feeling better now that there were no traces of sadness in them.
“You kissed me.” He said, dumbfounded.
“I can’t know I don’t like you back if I never give you a chance.” You shrugged as you withdrew your hand from his face.
“Well what did you decide?” He asked curiously. You puckered your lips and tilted your head, staring at him as if you were making a decision.
“I still think you’re super annoying.” You concluded.
“Okay.” Peter nodded.
“But it’s an annoying I’m willing to put up with.” You decided as you slipped your hand back into his. Peter broke out into a smile and nodded again.
“Okay.”
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David was really mad. His dad had promised weeks ago to help him oresent his school project. But when the day came, he had no time. David almost failed the project and wanted to get revenge. But the revenge he got was different than he thought.
Bzzzz. Beep. Beep. Beep.
David turned off his alarm clock. It was project presentation day. He worked all day and night on it to get a good grade. This could be his ticket to go to university in some years.
He stood up, got dressed and left his room. He went downstairs to eat breakfast, but he found something else. His dad had just opened the front door to leave to work.
"Wait, dad. You said you would drive me to school?", David said.
"I'm... I'm sorry, bean. There is an emergency at work. I have to leave now.", his dad Brandon said.
"But who will bring me to school then?"
"Eh,... maybe a friend of yours can take you with him. Jay, eventually. I really have to go. Love you, and good luck with your project."
He left and the door closed.
David just stood there, motionless. He couldnt believe that his dad just left.
Breakfast was quickly made by him, as je was messaging Jay: Hey, could you take me with you to school.
Not a long time until the answer came: Sorry, I cant.
David had to dress quickly as he was almost to late to walk to school. He grabbed his presentation and left the house.
Back at home, David was angry. He almost didnt manage to arrive early to present his project. He still passed but it is unknown if he will get a ticket to go to university.
Its his fathers mess, his fault, David thought.
He went into his room and wanted to relieve some steam. He undressed himself, laid on his bed, took his rod and jerked off hard.
He thought about how he could get his revenge on his dad. Slashing tires so that hes to late at work? Nah, too expensive. Stealing some clothes so that he to search them and be late for work? Could work. David got hard only thinking about his father in his suits. Yeah, David could really take some of them and of his dress shoes. That would teach him a lesson, as this would be comparable to what he had to go through today.
He fantasized about his father running naked through their house searching for his clothes.
Oh god, thats wrong, David quickly thought. He never even had seen his father shirtless, how could he even imagine him running around naked. Also, isnt it wrong to have fantasies about his own dad?, David asked himself. Maybe these were just one of his gay urges he developed over the last few months as he discovered his sexuality.
To get these fantasies out of his head, he stopped jerking off and got off of his bed. But even though he felt like he was standing, he noticed that his feet didnt touch the ground. As he was looking down, he couldnt believe that he was floating.
David started to test his new form out. He leaned against the wall not thinking about falling through it, but exactly that happened. As he came out of the wall the books on the shelf he float through were slightly shaking.
"Wow, I have a slight impact on my surroundings.", David exclaimed. "Lets see what else I can do."
He went over to the kitchen and started to experiment. He tried to lift up objects or to move them by phasing through them.
Then, the front door opened. His father was back from work.
"David, I'm back home. I'm sorry for what happened this morning.", he shouted as he closed the door.
He listened.
"David are you here? Is everything okay?"
David panicked. His dad shouldnt see his unconscious body laying on his bed, jerking off. He went over to his dad who walked towards Davids room.
David tried to pull his father away, but for his surprise, he felt how he got sucked into his father.
His dad, Brandon, fell moaning to the ground as Davids spirit got sucked into his body and overtook control. His body stopped shaking as Brandon managed to stand up. Hands on his knees and out of breath, he didnt know what had happened.
"Holy fuck, that felt awesome!", David exclaimed, instantly recognizing the sound of his fathers voice.
David looked down at his body, admiring the suit that his father wore. He had no idea how all of this happened but he was in awe. He went over to the nearest mirror and started flexing his fathers body. He ran his hands over his fathers beard, the shirt and tie that fit tightly around the torso, down to the belt. He opened the belt buckle, ready to see a real mans dick, but the doorbell rang.
With his belt still opened, David opened the door. In front of him was Jay.
"Hello Mr. Thompson. Is David there.", he asked.
"I'm sorry Jay, he's not here right now. He wanted to go for a long walk. And please, call me Brandon.", David said, trying to imitate his fathers charme and smiled.
"Alright. Ehh...Do you know when he'll be back?", he asked.
David noticed how Jay was starring at his fathers crotch. He knew that Jay had a crush on his father and the fact that his belt was open didnt made it better.
"No, I dont know.", David answered, crossing his legs. "Can I do anything else for you?"
"Ehh... no, no... All good. Thanks Mr. ... fuck.... I mean Brandon. Have a great... day.", he said leaving.
David closed the door and went back to where he left off. He rubbed his pants against the tip of his dick. David moaned in his stolen body. He now couldnt ignore the hardening rod in his pants.
He went into his fathers bedroom and got onto his big bed. David started to strip his fathers suit off, starting with the jacket and tie. He unbuttoned the shirt and opened the pants. Brandons body, still controlled by David, pushed down a hand into his pants.
He grabbed his fathers erect pole and exclaimed: "I never really played with my own, but I know that this one is huge!"
David stroked it slowly, building up the feeling he never felt this strong before.
He pulled down his pants completely and stood up to stand in front of his fathers hige mirror.
He felt how cum started to build up in his fathers throbbing member. David rubbed his free hand over his fathers hairy body, feeling the abs pulsating beneath it.
A drop of cum felt from the tip of his huge dick, right before David got this body to shoot an incredible amount of cum against the mirror. The body quaked in pleasure shooting 12 thick strands of cum all over the mirror.
David dropped onto his fathers knees, overwhelmed by the sensation flowing through the body.
"Ooohhhh, fuck. That felt so good.", he said out of breath with his fathers deep voice.
David got up onto his fathers feet again, his legs shaking. He leaned against the mirror, staring at the cum running down the smooth surface.
David made his fathers body flex once more.
"This was too good to be true.", he said happily.
He looked at his fathers handsome face in the mirror.
"You know, I think I'll stay in your body for some time. And now, I'll explore what else you have in store for your horny son."
David sad down on the bed again, lifting his legs.
This will be fun, he said to himself.
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